Brooks too wide for our leaping, hedges far to high. Loads too heavy for our moving, burdens too cumbersome for us to bear. Distances far beyond our journeying. The horse gave us mastery.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.

A sister is the cure for swollen heads and ego trips. One may a star, a Chief Executive-famous and rich and beautiful. But one's sister has the family photo album. And a long, long memory. And a tendency to wink at one on Top Occasions.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad.'

A dog wakens your heart to joy and companionship.

Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.